Free Kane: An Assassin's Love Story by Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton Page A

glass dildo into her convulsing pussy, working her to a fever pitch. Danika’s hips arched at a frantic pace, eager to meet his hand, catching his fingers just right so that they brushed against her clit each time. Once again, she closed her eyes, imagining how wonderful release would feel, visualizing the moment, and preparing herself.
    A cry of frustration ripped from her throat when he stopped moving the object, leaving it secured inside her snug passage. She opened her eyes to see what he was up to, but her position made it difficult to see what occupied his attention. “Kane?”
    “Shh.” He patted her thigh, but made no effort to resume his previous activities. She hoped he was getting into position to return his mouth to her pussy, but that idea left her when he scooted higher. Without thought, she tugged at the tinsel on her wrists, so desperate for satisfaction that she was about to bring herself to an orgasm. His hand on her festive bonds stopped her, as did the reproachful look he gave her.
    When she had stilled, letting him see her surrender in her expression and posture, he moved again, straddling her thighs. His cock poked into the soft skin of her leg, and its hardened state betrayed just how close he was to losing control, especially by the way it spasmed when she deliberately stroked it with her thigh.
    “Are your eyes closed?”
    He knew they weren’t, looking down on her as he was. Still, the command was subtle, and she obeyed, letting her lids flutter closed. Danika held her breath, anticipation stretching her nerves to the breaking point. Her stomach quivered when his fingers stroked down her bulge, and she hoped his hand would move lower. After hesitating a moment, it went higher instead, and she let out a harsh breath of disappointment.
    A second later, it changed to a gasp of delight when Kane stroked something across her nipples. It felt like velvet, and she struggled to identify what it might be. Immediately, she remembered the blue and silver tree skirt from last year’s tree, recalling it had been a turquoise-blue velvet, trimmed with some kind of rough silver material.
    Her guess was confirmed when he continued to rub the velvet across one nipple, while moving something stiff across the other. Danika’s back arched, seeking more stimulation. The contrasting textures were decadent against her rigid nipples, and she moaned when he alternated pressure, first abrading, and then soothing, each sensitive bud in turn.
    When Kane’s mouth took possession of the nipple covered by the rough material, she couldn’t hold in a cry of delight. The wet warmth of his mouth changed the sensation just enough to have her body convulsing with tremors. She was poised on the edge of orgasm and held her breath, keeping her muscles tense, as she strained for release.
    In an instant, he withdrew his mouth and the skirt. Her eyes popped open, and she glared up at him, incredulous. “You can’t be serious.” Her anger evaporated when she noticed his flushed skin and the droplets of sweat clinging to his brow. His uneven breathing revealed he was on the verge of losing control, and she smiled. “Now?”
    He nodded. “Now.” With haste, Kane ripped through the tinsel binding her hands, and she put her arms around his neck. He positioned himself between her thighs, one hand going between their bodies to seek out the ornament he had left inside her pussy to keep her slick with need. He removed it slowly, rotating it once more to tease her, and then his cock was at her opening, replacing the glass ornament. She arched her hips, assisting his possession. His cock was much better than the inanimate glass object, full of heat, and pulsing with need.
    Kane buried it to the hilt inside her, pausing like that to dip his head for a quick kiss. Then he was thrusting in and out of her with a pace that was urgent, rather than controlled. She matched each stroke with her own, meeting his pace, and urging him to go faster.